I am so sorry guys for not updating, trying to sort out my life with college starting again and it has been stressful at home. But I'm back and with another chapter!

Disclaimer: *wrestling around with R.A. Salvatore* I want him, give him to me right now *get punched in the face and left unconscious, Salvatore gets up, brushes himself off and proceeds to drag Drizzt away*.

Chapter 3

Drizzt

Not only was Drizzt all right, but he was the top of his class. This however, made him the enemy of every student. He learned to no longer trust others the way he grew to trust Zak, his first battle in the Grand Melee was enough of a lesson to make Drizzt aware of that. Not even his own brother. Dinin had already shown he wouldn't favor Drizzt in anyway; punish him definitely, but support was out of the question.

Drizzt was constantly watching his back as a result of his lack of trust. This wasn't anything new if he was being honest to himself. He was already watching his back because of Furor.

Drizzt had done his own research and learned that Furor gave off a presence that could easily be recognized by those who knew how to sense it. Even though it was hidden from sight, if others could sense it they would know he had it. He himself tested it out to see if he could locate Furor's aura.

Every morning and night, he would relax on his bed and focus on the presence of Furor, once he could locate it, he started trying to suppress it. The aura that he was suppressing could only be described as thirsty. Constantly thirsty. His actions of limiting the aura was starting to affect him as well. He was drinking a lot more.

Water. Juice. He even tried a weak alcohol to see if his thirst would be sated, but all he was left with was a hang over that effected his state of alertness. He never tried that again.

He was suspicious of what the dagger really wanted, but he wasn't about to try drinking blood.

Instead, he tried to use his fighting, which got much more aggressive as a result, he even started hearing whispers of berserker (an uncommon trait in a drow, so it was more of a rumor then fact). But his aggression did the trick, he wouldn't feel the presence of Furor calling out for blood nearly as often as it use to. Why it stayed so tame for him, yet would make others go mad, he wasn't sure.

He was certain, though, that the drow race was not what it made itself out to be.

Melee Magthere not only worked on melee, but the history of his race. As he learned about the surface elves and other races that lived on the surface, he began to question the drow's point of view on them. To the drow every other race was evil while they themselves were righteous and superior. This went against what Drizzt witnessed everyday. He saw drow turn against drow too many times to count. If this was righteousness then he was destined to be murdered, for he did not agree with these outlooks.

If the youth's thoughts were ever discovered he would be killed, so he kept his silence.

Drizzt hated the speeches that were given. The only thing he enjoyed was the Grand Melee. Drizzt couldn't help it, ever since he put his fighting to sating Furor, his fighting style got more bloody (maybe that berserker rumor was true) and he would constantly put the other students in danger.

He even dared to go against his superiors when he was leading a patrol group and their mission was interrupted to go rescue a drow princess, who turned out to be nothing more than a page prince of low standing.

The others did not even try to help the youth and as a result the child died. Drizzt had been livid and fought his peers out of frustration at their lack of respect for the dead, as such he was punished with 3 days of isolation.

No one could talk to him and he could not talk to anyone else or leave his quarters. He would receive only one meal per day as well. This wasn't a punishment for Drizzt seeing as he did not interact with his peers to begin with. The true punishment for the distraught elf was the fact that he couldn't rescue that child.


During his isolation, his dreams were starting to get more vivid, he didn't wake up in pain as often as he use too and he could actually remember some things. The person in the dreams was always a different face, but the eyes were such an unusual color.

A brilliant lavender.

He would often wish that he had such a unique and lovely eye color. His own eyes were an oddity of themselves, instead of a glowing red like the others, his were a calming blue.

However, as he slept that night a new dream started up.

Dream beginning

He was sitting in a small cavern, a large black cat was by him lying down near a fire. He looked at the feline with affection as he stroked her velvety fur. He glanced around and saw that he hadn't been in the cavern long, but he felt as if he had done this sort of thing many times before. He glanced at the entrance of the cavern and did a double take, the ceiling in the other larger cavern was one he had never seen before. It was a midnight blue with a million twinkling diamonds embedded all over it. he got up and was about to get a better view of this strange sight when he ran smack dab into another drow. The other drow being there shocked Drizzt, because as he faced the stranger to apologize he felt as if he ran into a mirror; this drow looked exactly like Drizzt, even his age, except for his red eyes, a soft crimson hue unlike the harsh red of his race.

His visitor smiled and crossed his arms in front of his chest, the sign of peace. The smile looked genuine, unlike the sneers he saw on other drow. Drizzt relaxed, removing his hands once he realized he was grasping his weapons within clenched fists.

He re-entered his camp and invited the stranger to sit, he shook is head and merely looked at Drizzt. Drizzt grew uncomfortable under this stare but he didn't show it, instead he unconsciously felt his left leg for Furor, only to find it missing. In a panic, he forgot about his visitor and searched his body for it, there wasn't even an empty sheath.

In his search a flash of red caught his eye. Drizzt looked up and to his astonishment saw Furor in the hands of the stranger. The stranger looked at him with a questioning look in his eyes as if to ask, "Is this what you're looking for?" Drizzt made a grab for it, but it was swiftly held out of reach. The stranger opened his mouth and spoke, but no sound came out. Drizzt paused at this, 'Was he a mute?' The stranger grew frustrated and mouthed more words at him. Drizzt could only shrug helplessly, indicating he didn't know what the other wanted to say. The stranger grimaced then sheathed Furor, before turning and left.

Drizzt, panicking, went to follow him, but as soon as he went through the entrance he couldn't see him anymore. Drizzt looked around but the drow was definitely gone. He switched to heat vision, but no heated footsteps were seen. He would have to track the other drow down when light came, he could not let Furor out of his sight. Though now that he thought about it the dagger didn't have any affect on the stranger. Why? With a sigh of frustration Drizzt turned around and laid by the fire, ready to rest; knowing that the panther would protect him should any unwanted intruders enter.

Dream ending

Drizzt had woken up afterwords and – after quickly accessing that he still had Furor – thought about the dream. This was the first time in a long time, that he actually remembered any of them. He thought it was strange, but quickly brushed it off when he heard a knock on the door.

It was opened to reveal a page prince coming to get him. Yesterday was Drizzt's last day of isolation, he was now able to participate in his lessons. He left ready for another normal day.


However, it wasn't as normal as he thought. When Drizzt entered another Grand Melee to fight for his top position again (being sent in isolation for three days had put him down on the bottom). He started hearing a warning about danger. At first he thought it was his imagination, but when a drow tried to sneak up on him, it almost felt like someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, instantly seeing the sneak attack. Once he defeated him, Drizzt looked around, but no one was by him. He studied the ground, but only his and the others footprints were visible. There wasn't a third set. This unnerved him.

As the Melee went on, Drizzt put himself into another difficult situation to see if it would happen again, or if it really was just his imagination. He went up against three at once (against his better judgment). He easily provoked them to attack him all at once. He instantly knew that all three was a bit too much for him.

He was about to be hit in the center of his back, with no way to avoid it, until he felt himself get shoved aside in just enough time; being sent off balance from the unexpected shove, he quickly turned it into a roll. When he turned around the drow that had been aiming for him ended up hitting one of his team members. They looked at Drizzt oddly, not understanding what had happened. Drizzt took the chance their confusion gave him and knocked out one of them. Leaving only two left. A number he could handle with their currently fighting ability.

The other two soon joined the first in slumber.

He was beginning to wonder if this was normal at all. It didn't start happening until after that dream of his. Were they connected or was he just over analyzing this? Drizzt wished he could talk about it, but he wasn't about to ask anyone. They wouldn't miss the chance to kill him if something was "wrong" with him. Zak wasn't available to talk too either; a letter could be easily intercepted.

Drizzt decided to keep it a secret; not that he wouldn't explore these weird happenings. However, that would require him to be alone, but still in danger. 'Perhaps out of the city...' after some thought, Drizzt grinned. Out of the city it was. He had no more lessons, and was eager to investigate this... ability? Talent? Weird Reaction?

Whatever it was. If it would help Drizzt survive then it was a blessing, he just needed to learn how to use it.

Checking his gear to make sure he was outfitted correctly. Drizzt left his room and – making sure he wasn't being followed – left Melee Magthere and went to the edge of Menzoberranzan.

With a subtle look around to make sure no one was interested in him, Drizzt left the city he was born in and entered the Underdark, eager to start.

A/N:

I apologize again for taking so long. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

L.R. has gotten into trouble. He got into the curtains last night and... well, lets just say I woke up to an avalanche in my living room. I need to go and put Review down for his nap will someone please keep an eye on the kitty? Give him a stroke and leave a review please.